It’s the little things

that make me happy. Yesterday I had a chunk of afternoon all to myself, so I went to the fabric store with my poor, tattered dress and talked shop with the women cutting fabric behind the counter. They were a hundred percent sure that reweaving wasn’t going to be an option, so I bought a red iron-on patch and some red (COTTON, Julia, dont’ worry) thread. In the end, I skipped the sewing entirely, because I did a pretty awesome ironing job and i didn’t want to bring more attention to the issue. One of the women suggested that I make a belt to cover up the rip, and I may give that a try one of these days.

After the fabric store I headed over to the pseudo-European outdoor mall place down the road to buy new drawer and cabinet pulls for the kids’ bathroom. The landlord FINALLY replaced the floor with the ugliest, cheapassisest linoleum available, I bought a new toilet because he wouldn’t, and today I replaced the drawer thingies. I call that Remodeling For Renters. Still looks terrible in there, especially the horrible floor. But the little drawer thingies make me smile. I want my own place so very badly.

I even stole an hour or so to just sit outside at the outdoor mall place. It’s the kind of place that I should be totally repelled by, but I can’t help but love it there. It’s certainly great for people watching, for sitting in the shade with your shoes kicked off and your legs stretched out, watching. I had such a lovely time. Saturday afternoon is my new happy place.

I’m going to run over to my mom’s and help her set up a blog as part of her mother’s day gift.